Title: Enough
Summary: As he left the mess hall, he smiled. For now, it was enough.
Characters: John, Teyla, Kanan
Pairing: John/Teyla, Teyla/Kanan.
Rating: T
Spoilers: Missing, Seer

It wasn't that he intended it to turn out the way it did.

In fact, if he was honest, he hadn't really intended anything; especially not with so many people around. It was just that when his lips touched her skin... hell, he wasn't sure what actually happened – all he knew was that he couldn't stop his lips from seeking out hers.

And even as these thoughts flitted through his mind, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. It wasn't the type of kiss that sent blood rushing to certain parts of his anatomy – not that it didn't, anyway – but more that of... hell, he wasn't sure at all but it felt undeniably right. It wasn't like the kiss – ha! – that they'd shared over a year ago when she'd shown up at his door after What Had Happened; it didn't hold the same passionate want, undying need, the heart-wrenching desperation that occurred when one seeks comfort - desperate refuge - from the pains of the world in another.

No. This was like coming home. Layered love, consumed by a world of lies and facets and things that could go so horribly wrong and John felt something inside of him burst at the feeling.

And he'd tried to kid himself that he'd gotten over her.

Ha.

He somehow managed to stop his hands from rising to her hair and pulling her body closer to his, needing to feel her warmth closer to him, yet he couldn't quite tear his lips from hers. He wasn't sure how long they'd been like that but his thoughts were starting to make it awkward for him to be kissing her in that way with his hands at his side, hovering somewhere way past platonic but not quite anywhere else.

He pulled back hesitantly, his body screaming in protest, trying to urge his lips back to hers for some more welcoming warmth but he denied it and leant away, his fingers coming up to brush a light caress over her cheek bones and sought her eyes. Uncertainly, she smiled up at him before her eyes darted over his shoulder, effectively breaking whatever spell they'd been under. John followed her gaze and noticed that, conspicuously, no one was watching them, their eyes all carefully placed elsewhere. Except one pair that, once John's eyes caught the blue orbs, lowered their lids in sad knowing, before turning their body away and adjusting the small bundle in his arms.

He turned back to Teyla and saw that her eyes were on her husband also, and John felt something inside of him creak in protest at the pensive look in her eyes. He reached his hand out and touched her arm and she jerked slightly before turning to him, apology written on her features. He saw her lips moving, trying to form words that he was sure were an apology. But an apology was not what he saw in her eyes.

And, for John, it was enough.

He leaned in again, brushed a kiss to her cheek and this time resisted the urge to further it and murmured gently in to her ear,

"Happy New Year, Teyla."

He faltered when he pulled away, his lips catching the edge of hers, his hand coming to rest involuntarily on her hip. He saw her take a small breath and turn her head slightly to his.

"You too, John."

He watched as she walked away, taking the small bundle from Kanan's arms and spared him one more glance, followed by a small smile. John laid his drink down on a nearby table and ran a hand through his longer than normal hair.

As he left the mess hall, he smiled.

For now, it was enough.